Sherlock heard the rattle and looked out the windows, then back to the man in front of him. He took a moment to look the man over. It felt like.. he had seen this man before but he knew for sure that he hadn't. It was a strange feeling.

He took the man's hand and shook it. It was unusually cold which made him draw his hand back quickly. "It must be an interesting job, to keep you on the road for 9 months of the year." He finally said, in his deep, rumbling baritone.

All the while, Mrs. Hudson was pouring tea quietly, letting them meet. She took her seat and took a sip, watching them size each other up. she very much hoped that they would get along, but Sherlock could rub people the wrong way. She had already seen that.